Subliminal seduction
media mogul
Admen clad in Bran muffin suits
A holiday spirit
To sell a line
A consumerist line
Waiting, buying
Whilst stuffing their eyes
Snowballs hypocrisy
On Madison Avenue
In winter
Heavy diplomacy
Civil suits
Libel suits
Newspaper print
Suited for words
Convincing
Disgruntled lies
Why no lies?
“It is written”
journalists, prostitutes
of Winnie the Pooh peace policy
Constructive engagement
Ideological estrangement
Dramas of the US of A
Over and over
A broadcast to haunt you
Entrée vous? Exit.
No exit.
Jean Paul Satre,
Did you know he knew
There was no exit.
There were sideways effects
Second wave swollen attacks,
Cauliflower’s and tootsie roll brownies
Sea urchins rotting.
They are dramatists
They are liturgists
Saddening news value
Murderous every hour
Fire and words
Are only words of uncommon denominators
Because the rich
Are the constituents of the law and order
Barbarism is not Barbara Ann-ism.
Antagonism my prison.
ISM.
Not an ism, beyond all isms
There, no media exists.
I, the voice,
I, the communicative monster
raw
lions and tigers wild –
Animals attack the clawed out page
whilst the boob tube rages
As the fittest survive
and the shysters lie
and the hipsters cry
as they swing into a heist,
Christ they’re getting fame
and who’s to blame?
©1989 by Elise Krentzel
